A blue window, open. On its window sill , as an extension of the sea a naked body on the left.Salt and lime in equal doses. In restless fingers, a thousand words on the rightfrom your very own unexpected condemnation. All is left to the estrus of the sky, to cometo a decision. How can you escape from the obsessive figure? The eye of the storm in her tea pot is from honey green. Every ambiguous picture is followed by a tropical tempest. There must be something in her way spawning glaucous denials, like savage beasts, locked in the shell of the purple bedroom. Doorkeeper who? What saves us is that Athenian climate is temperate and dry.